Shakers and Movers
Midnight Oil Lyrics


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Won't you come on down the line, away from barren ground
The harlot and the autocrat, are they driving you further down
The season's rhymes, they anchor me, against the raging tide
Take you to the last wild place, skin and the stars they embrace
A caveman could a saint become, on a hospital ward on the Somme
We can dive into distant amoebas, our wings could melt in the sun

I can shake, I can move, but I live can't without your love
I can break, Over you, but I live without your love

Our poet Henry Lawson, he named them, the lay'em out brigade
Here they come, there they go, oh great god of development
Don't really know you yet
Coastline hosed down washed away, economics now there's nothing left
Tomorrow's child takes concrete footsteps
And they'll drink champagne or be damned

And the storm is breaking now, yes the storm is crashing down





(Moginie/Garrett)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics in "Shakers and Movers" by Midnight Oil blast capitalist greed and the destruction of the environment. The lyrics start with an invitation to leave a barren landscape controlled by corrupt leaders. The song stresses the importance of preserving nature and its ability to offer us a sense of belonging, as seen in the line "The seasons' rhymes, they anchor me against the raging tide." The lyrics refer to the "last wild place" where the skin and the stars embrace. Here, a "caveman could a saint become," emphasizing the importance of the environment and our connection to it. We are then beckoned to "dive into distant amoebas," which hints at evolution and the importance of all life forms.


The song brings attention to the way humans have created a destructive culture, turning to industrialism and an obsession with growth rather than preserving the earth. The lyrics mention the harlot and the autocrat, who represent those chasing after money, power, sex, and the control it offers. The singer can't help but shake and move to the music, but ultimately concludes that they cannot live without love, hinting that humans need less of the greed and more love.


Line by Line Meaning

Won't you come on down the line, away from barren ground
Can you please leave this desolate place and come with me?


The harlot and the autocrat, are they driving you further down
Are the temptations and authorities leading you to despair?


The season's rhymes, they anchor me, against the raging tide
The passage of time guides and supports me when life is tumultuous


Take you to the last wild place, skin and the stars they embrace
I want to bring you to the most untouched, beautiful location where we can feel at one with nature


A caveman could a saint become, on a hospital ward on the Somme
Even in the bleakest of places, the most unexpected people can transform for the better


We can dive into distant amoebas, our wings could melt in the sun
We can explore the unknown and push ourselves to our limits, even if it may lead to our downfall


I can shake, I can move, but I live can't without your love
I can put on a façade of confidence, but I truly need your love to be complete


I can break, Over you, but I live without your love
I can forget about you, but I will not truly live without your love


Our poet Henry Lawson, he named them, the lay'em out brigade
A famous poet, Henry Lawson, gave the name to those who demolish the natural environment for human progress


Here they come, there they go, oh great god of development
These destructive forces are always coming and going, all in the name of progress


Don't really know you yet
We don't fully understand this god of development and everything that comes with it


Coastline hosed down washed away, economics now there's nothing left
The beach has been polluted and ruined beyond repair by the pursuit of money and power


Tomorrow's child takes concrete footsteps
The future generation is living in a world built on concrete and human progress


And they'll drink champagne or be damned
They will either enjoy the luxuries of this concrete world or suffer the consequences


And the storm is breaking now, yes the storm is crashing down
The chaos and destruction caused by the pursuit of progress is reaching a critical point




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: JAMES MOGINIE, MARTIN ROTSEY, PETER GARRETT, ROBERT HIRST, WAYNE STEVENS

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